You Should Know (feat. Dwele)

Rock, rock, rock on
 Rock, rock, rock on
 I'm going to tell you the truth, whether you like it or not
 Can I prove it? (Yes)
 No more days like those
 Allow me to put some sense on you coons
 Too much success, um, here comes your doom
 They told you niggas the sky's the limit
 Then they turn around and tell you that there's footprints on the moon
 You rise to fame and die, so they can say that you barely won
 And they keep your masters, your kids become bastards
 Having to ask executives for their daddy records
 Sounding like Blind Mellow Jelly son
 Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm violent
 I might go diving inside a fine female on the Maldives island
 I vow to never fail my phonics until I'm real iconic
 And you can throw me in a cell, I got it
 I go to jail bout eight, go "oh well" then post bail 'bout nine-ish
 I treat that bitch like it's a hotel, check in it then check out it
 Then tell my niggas, let the rest doubt it
 These rap niggas bugged out like divas
 They drugged out thugged out receivers
 I meet them at their stash place, heat them
 Then tell them they better drag race the fuck away from me
 Or get their mug shot like Bieber
 I catch him at the bus stop while he reading
 This .45 will give him the same hollow Lux got
 I represent the must-haves and whatnots
 Niggas that used to cut class to touch cash and buck shots
 You should know
 (But you don't really want nothing)
 You should know
 (Talk a bunch of shit, motherfucker, stop fronting)
 You should know
 (So what you saying yo?)
 (Keep playing, y'all niggas will burn)
 You should know
 (Fuck the whole world)
 Freedom or jail, clips inserted
 A baby's being born, same time a man is murdered
 The beginning and end
 You on a block playing killer with your knife
 Without a gun, you're an option
 Be cut out for the game
 Or they're gon' play rock, paper, scissors with your life
 I'm usually more spiritual at night
 'Cause murder's in the air more like a Pippen Nike
 Whipping white, the white American kryptonite
 Living a scripted life
 A different picket, different type
 Whoever fixing chicken rice, I'll spend the night
 In the morning, go home to my wife
 Before she try and sell my shit
 99 percent sure that she gon' try and smell my dick
 Thirsty niggas is praying to hell, I slip
 The baddest bitches, the last bitches you would've ever imagined
 Would've had chlamydia getting dragged to cities
 City after city niggas paying cash for the love of ass and titties
 You should know
 (But you don't really want nothing)
 You should know
 (Talk a bunch of shit, motherfucker, stop fronting)
 You should know
 (So what you saying yo?)
 (Keep playing, y'all niggas will burn)
 You should know
 (Fuck the whole world)
 (Pick it up)
 I don't know why y'all so highly regarded
 You rhyme like you're borderline mildly retarded
 I show you what my father done started
 A rhyme on a god-level, the godliest artist
 Y'all follow artists who target their audience
 But not me, I target the artist, follow the target
 Holding a strap, pointing it at sinners
 And that's when I tell them, like Kobe to Shaq
 You lazy and I'm tired of your jogging
 Shoot at their feet 'til the dance start
 I'm going H.A.M. in the slaughterhouse
 Fuck you and your damn charts
 And your crowd participation
 I'm putting a landmine under your stage
 Had his place raining fan parts
 And called that shit crowd precipitation
 I'm more premier than my own DJ and Pac's brother
 I came out of my momma's womb with a box cutter
 Lyrical spitting image that mirrors the birth of Slim
 None of these rappers can work with me, I work with them
 You should know
 (But you don't really want nothing)
 You should know
 (Talk a bunch of shit, motherfucker, stop fronting)
 You should know
 (So what you saying yo?)
 (Keep playing, y'all niggas will burn)
 You should know
 (Fuck the whole world) PRhyme!
 On the vocals
 You have Detroit's own Dwele
 Providing the instruments
 We have
 The incomparable Adrian Younge
 And on the wheels of steel
 DJ Premier
 Yeah
 (I've seen, and I see it again)
 (I'm not the kind of person who come here and say what you like)
 Rock, rock, rock on
 Rock, rock, rock on
 I'm going to tell you the truth, whether you like it or not
 Can I prove it? (Yes)
 No more days like those
 You should know